Song Baojun responded repeatedly: "I am ashamed of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused

At this moment, Mr. Zhu could not hear what he was talking nonsense, and said: "Even if my teacher, Mr. Bai Shi, is resurrected, I am afraid I can't write such words. It's wonderful! The number one in Chazhou!" Although he was extremely excited, his attitude was still very cautious and he dared not say it all. He used words like "I'm afraid", which meant that the scope of Chazhou was unparalleled rather than the number one in the world.

The ink traces gradually dry out, and Mr. Zhu carefully grabbed the edge of the copybook and ordered: "Hang it first, then enjoy it!"

Most of the students who come to listen to the class in the classroom have achieved success, and at least they are introductory in calligraphy. Some people have already had a deep skill. In addition, the university courses are not just about practicing writing, but also about appreciation and in-depth content. Students have the ability to appreciate art and will not look at Song Baojun's works like outsiders watching the excitement, and they can tell the good or bad of them.

For example, if a junior high school graduate is not mainstream, if you ask him to appreciate Monet's "Blue Water Lily", he will only feel that the painting is colorful and blurred in lines, and that's all, and no longer see more things. If an artist with rich experience sees the countless emotions contained in it.

This is the difference between laymen and insiders.

"The Great River Goes to the East" was hung on the blackboard for ten minutes, and there were seventy or eighty teachers and students in the spacious classroom, without a single redundant voice.

Everyone was holding their breath and watching this extraordinary calligraphy that was born in nowhere.

Ai Langzhou was fascinated by the sight. Suddenly, he felt a pain in the back of his head and was slapped by Song Baojun. He looked back in anger and saw Song Baojun's head raised high and said, "Would you like me?"

Ai Langzhou remained silent, even forgot about the resistance and the pain on the back of his head.

After a long time, everyone gradually came to their senses and began to talk in a low voice. They went to read the copybooks on the blackboard and the humble Song Baojun. They felt that this thin boy was extremely tall.

Qiu Yuancheng asked reluctantly: "Teacher, how do you think this word should be evaluated?"

"It's impossible to evaluate, it's impossible to evaluate." Mao Zhufeng finally regained his spirit and said, "First use it to paste it. I'll put it in the living room of my home and enjoy it for three or five years."

Song Baojun stepped forward and walked: "Please also ask Mr. Zhu to use a seal."

Mao Zhufeng waved his hands repeatedly: "You are the author, you have no use of seals, how can I use seals?"

Song Baojun used to have poor calligraphy and did not have seals in his hand. He felt quite embarrassed when he heard this: "I forgot my seal in the dormitory, so I will stamp it on another day."

Mao Zhufeng grabbed his arm and said, "Let me ask you, which master do you learn from? Could it be Li Qingyuan? Guo Wensheng? They both have no such realm."

Song Baojun coughed hard and said seriously: "I... I have studied the Two Wangs, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Ouyang Xun, Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Cai Xiang, Mi Fu, Zhao Mengfu, Dong Qichang, Huaisu, Zhang Xu since I was a child. I have been practicing hard every day and copied copybooks every day. In 22 years, I used more than 7,300 brushes to write out ten thousand knives of paper, and the ink dyed the 500 hectares of pond in front of my house..."

The audiences of Mao Zhufeng, Qiu Yuancheng, and He Jianmin were stunned.

Song Baojun continued, regardless of their feelings, "I filled my 18-member large tanks with water and grind ink with water. But I used up all the water in the tank for a year. Later, my family spent a lot of money to buy pens and paper, and my family gradually lost money. I planted several acres of banana leaves in the backyard and picked the leaves into paper. Finally, I picked the banana leaves as my pen, and practiced on my pants. I kept scratching them all over the winter and spring. A total of 100 pairs of tough jeans were scratched by my fingers, and I barely achieved some success."

He Jianmin's throat roared and he swallowed a big saliva.

"Until today's class, I listened to Teacher Qiu's wonderful lectures, witnessed the waves and clouds going out the window, and sat and watched the changes in the wind and clouds, and suddenly felt something. Therefore, I was lucky to write this "Big River Flowing East" again. I'm afraid I can't write a word like this in the future."

Some of Song Baojun's words are real. This kind of calligraphy requires extremely strong emotions and abundant secret energy. Just like the October Gala, it is difficult to copy. He asked him to write it again, but he really couldn't write that well.

Mao Zhufeng's eyes were full of admiration, and he kept marching in his mouth, saying, "Okay, talent is rare, talent is rare! The foundation of genius is accumulated by countless sweats. If you didn't have that kind of hard study and practice back then, how could you achieve today?"

Song Baojun said modestly: "I have no other secret, only the word "diligence."

Mao Zhufeng said: "Can you give this "Dajiang East Post" to me? Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. Just follow the price of Huang Tingjian's work, one million per square foot. What do you think?"

Song Baojun was a little reluctant, but then thought about it, but said, "Old Zhu collected my works, how dare you mention the word "money"? Just use it to put the table foot and repair the wall."

Mao Zhufeng laughed and said, "It's a waste of resources to put on the table. I really can't bear to leave it. Xiao Song, you are too modest."

Ancient literati wrote works and asked someone to "cover the jar". "Fixing the wall" is actually a self-worthy word, which means that my mischief cannot be seen by you, but if you have any thoughts, use it to repair the loopholes in the wall.

One million per square foot is the price that Mao Zhufeng said in a turbulent mood. In addition to the good writing of a calligraphy art work with market value, there are actually many factors. For example, the author's name is a famous figure in history. What kind of reviews have been made by famous masters, and how many seals have been stamped with the calligraphy and painting. Is the age close or far, and what kind of school does the characters represent? What origins do calligraphy and painting have? If there is a story, it is precious, and if there is no story, it is ordinary.

A fledgling writer like Song Baojun has no reputation in society, and there is no support from a nationally renowned master. Even if he writes a masterpiece, he cannot buy much money.

Unless someone is willing to speculate for him, first raise his reputation and then raise the price, then there will naturally be subordinate speculators willing to follow up and cheat fools.

To be honest, Song Baojun's works are of high artistic value, but not high market value. These are two concepts and must not be confused.

One square foot is one million, and the four-foot paper of "The Great River Flows East" is eight square feet, which is a total of eight million yuan, and only the straightforward and enthusiastic Zhu Lao can shout it out. If it is placed on the auction house experts, it is probably divided by eight hundred times.

Song Baojun also knew the inside story, so he did not intend to make the money, but pretended to be generous and gave it to Mr. Zhu, which was somewhat of a favor.

Zhu Lao is not only a master of calligraphy and painting, but also a rich man. Some of the fine works he has written over the years can often be sold at auction houses at a high price of 200,000 to 300,000 yuan. Moreover, all enterprises, units, hotels and hotels in provinces and cities often ask him to write inscriptions, and the pen cost of 10,000 to 50,000 yuan each time is a great accumulation of many years. Otherwise, he would dare to shout one million yuan per square foot without blinking?

What's more, Mao Zhufeng is a disciple of Qi Baishi, and has many disciples and disciples for many years. He is also very famous. He has made friends with celebrities, government officials, and wealthy businessmen. There is a huge network of relationships around him.

If you get in love with Zhu Lao, the benefits will naturally be great in the future.

Song Baojun almost used up his secret energy to write this "The Great River East Post", so he reluctantly gave up his love.

Qiu Yuancheng then instructed Yang Hailan and a few girls to put the copybook in a scroll. During this period, they were reminded to be very careful because this was a copybook that Zhu Lao said in person that "worth eight million yuan."

As soon as the copybook was put away, Mao Zhufeng immediately reached out to snatch it and took it, like a child finally got his beloved toy, hugging it tightly in his arms, and the look of cherishing on his face made people secretly amused.

Song Baojun looked at He Jianmin again: "Director, don't let me remind you again for the scholarship this semester!"

He Jianmin is from a history major. Although he has a knowledge of calligraphy, his feelings are not as strong as Mao Zhufeng. He has come back to his senses. He is angry when he hears this, and he has nodded with a stiff face.

Qiu Yuancheng asked the students to return to their seats and sat down, but everyone's emotions were still unable to calm down. Many people whispered, and the topic was always inseparable from the three words Song Baojun. There were also enthusiasts who wanted to find Ai Langzhou, but they could not find any traces of the shadows around. The Korean handsome guy had no idea when he left the classroom.

The lecture started again, compared to the previous ups and downs, it suddenly seemed boring and no one had the heart to listen to the lecture. Many boys even sneaked over from behind and looked at Song Baojun with smoky smoke.

Song Baojun refused everyone, and a high mountain of cigarettes was piled up on the table.

Mao Zhufeng sat next to him and talked to him for a while, just to encourage Song Baojun to work hard in the future and to soar to the sky in the future.

"Xiao Song, this is my business card, you can take it." Mao Zhufeng took out something from his arms, "This business card is vulgar and ridiculous, but it is not convenient to have it. This is my personal business card, you can take it to my house as a guest."

The business card was made of silver, very thin and light, and the calligraphy signature of Mao Zhufeng and a line of phone numbers were electroplated. Song Baojun said that it was nothing unexpected and put it in his pocket casually and replied: "Okay."

But he didn't know that Zhu Lao only made ten such business cards, and only the most precious friends would give them. It has been ten years since the business cards were made, and only five were sent out. The last time Zhu Lao took action was a minister of the Ministry of Culture.

There are unique encryption measures hidden in the business card. You can go to Zhu's hometown with your business card. The road is unobstructed, and no one in the whole family can stop you. Even the most confidential study room can be accessed.

Zhu Lao gave this business card, which shows that Song Baojun is very important in his mind.

After chatting for a while, the young follower walked over and said, "Old Zhu, you have almost finished your time today. If you continue chatting, your body will probably not be able to bear it."

"It's okay, let me chat for a few more minutes." Mao Zhufeng was still in high spirits. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!